The Marbled Godwit

Great white puffs of lumbering buffalo
Blanket the fishbowl sky, and I am tired
I sip my tea and sniff the ocean
Not but an hour from now, I will be home
Swing me low, mark me a coward
The whims of the West must die
Here is the resting ground
Here is my smile, my pink little toes

(Bound to your oil machines)
Death to the civilized
(Hoarding the land and sea)
Death to the civilized
(Stolen through violent means)
Death when all want masquerades as need

The marbled godwit line the coast
I grasp for my straw cap;
I'm lashed to my brave little raft
The waves do toss this worthy vessel
Impress on my tiny brain
This strange and dangerous beauty
I feel it's scale
I feel its industry
Making a flea of us
And dusting us off
And talks in a hush
A little disappointed

(Bound to your oil machines)
Death to the civilized
(Hoarding the land and sea)
Death to the civilized
(Stolen through violent means)
Death when all want masquerades as need